Page 65 of Twinning and Sinning

Seraphina

ShortlyafterDimitridemandedthat I lay on the fluffy rug on the bathroom floor, he cleaned me gently with a towel. In all truthfulness, I should have just got back in the shower, but a little sponge bath with your desirable man rubbing you down wasn't so bad.

Wrapping me up in a clean towel, he carried me to the bed. Dax sat in an oversized decorative chair, looking over some maps on the table. My face immediately flushed, thinking about what Dimitri and I just did; he had to have heard me pant like a rabid dog in heat. I bit my lip, watching Dax while he traced his finger on the large map.

As he continued his finger down the page, I wiggled my butt, trying to get comfortable in the bed. Dimitri pulled the sheets over me, not bothering to give me clothes to wear, and climbed in with me. His front was to my back, putting his nose into my neck. The warmth of his body cocooned me into a pseudo comfort until I closed my eyes.

"Have fun?" Dax' eyes didn't leave the map, marking it with different colored pens. When he thinks hard, he likes to stick his tongue a little bit out of his mouth; it is so tiny of a gesture that you might even miss it. It was cute when he tried to be all studious.

"Maybe," I spoke quietly. Dimitri was already snoring, his grip ever so tight around my soft torso. My mind began to race again, wondering if Dax would be upset because he wasn't in on the fun.

"Good, because I get you later," he winked. His lips curved into a smile, biting his lip. Dax's hand slipped between the sheets and under the towel, grabbing my breast harshly. "And I won't be all gentle like Dimitri is." My body erupted into a hot, molting mess when his hands left me. Whimpering at the lost, he stood up, taking off his shirt, showing his tattooed abs.

The boys were identical in every way, right down to the last tattoo. They weren't marked all over completely like their Father, and thank heavens they didn't have nipple piercings or their pecker pierced. That was a bit much for me, and I was happy with what I had been given or will be given.

Dax lifted the sheets climbing in, putting my head to his chest. "Mine," he growled, tangling his legs with mine.

"We have to stop being so lazy; Dad is going to kick our asses if he sees us in bed all day with Seraphina," Dax's rough voice woke me from the best nap. Dimitri was getting dressed, putting on some workout clothes and a tight tank top. I'll never get over how they can wear such little clothes and not get cold. Winter was going to be here soon. Frost had already covered the ground just yesterday, and Canada's winds were seeping in.

"I know, that's where I'm going," keys jingled in his pockets while throwing on a baseball hat. Holy guacamole, something about a baseball hat made him a million times hotter. "I have to run into town and get a few more tents at the hardware store. Alpha Big Claw said he was short on housing with that many warriors coming in." Dimitri ran to the bed, kissing my forehead. "Afternoon, babe, I've gotta run. You stay with Dax, alright?" I nodded, pecking his lips one more time watching him stride out the door.

Clothes were chucked at me, one being a very revealing thong and matching lace bra along with my skinny jeans. I mocked a laugh at Dax, who had a mischievous grin radiating from his pearly white teeth. "What? No top? I'm just going to walk around in my bra for the girls to hang free?"

Dax jumped the bed, pulling the sheets down, burrowing his face into my breasts. The scruff of his beard had me squealing in laughter. "Gods, they are so warm," his voice was muffled between them. "I just wanna bury my face in them and sleep here. My own little retreat." I laughed, causing him to jolt his head upwards, giving me a searing kiss. "Here, you wear my shirt." Rolling my eyes, he jumped off the bed to head to the bathroom while I dressed.

"Dimitri and I are taking you on dates," he announced from the bathroom. When he walked out, I tried to wiggle in my jeans. Growling, stomping over, he lifted me into the air, with my legs straddling him. Large hands massaged the ass that was still hanging out of my jeans. "I don't know which is my favorite," Dax patted my rear. "The front or the back?"

"I don't know either, you say one thing, and then you go for the opposite end. I don't think Dimitri knows anymore either!'" Dax pecks my nose. "I just know I like all of this." My hands swept down his biceps, his abs, down and around to his ass.

"So, all of it then?" Nipping my ear, I squeezed his behind like he did to me.

"Mhmm," I whimpered.

"You are going to have to wait, come on," Dax slapped my half-exposed butt, leaving a loud thunderclap in the room. I jumped in surprise, falling back on the bed.

"That's gonna leave a mark!" Hobbling over to the mirror, sure enough, a large red handprint laid on my right cheek.

"That's not the only mark I’m going to leave on you either," Dax's hand cupped my pussy, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. My nipples perked up in response until his hand was quickly pulled away. "Come on, I do have to show you something."

Well, boo.

Dax' fingers were tangled with mine, his calloused thumb often rubbing the top of my hand, swinging it gently through the air. His steps had a skip in them while leading me down the long corridor of the packhouse. There hasn't been much time for exploring the house, too many things going on to really see what a packhouse entailed.

"I can't take you on a real date, wine you, and dine you," Dax said. "But I can give you something a little different you might appreciate." My heart just about burst. Dax was really trying to make these cultural differences work. If I was a Wolf and grew up expecting to mount my mate when I first saw them, there wouldn't have been a question. However, my mind was still too ingrained in the human romance novels I had been sucked into most of my boring life. Besides, they should work for me; I'm worth it. I snickered to myself.

I wonder if Mom jumped Dad like that? They must have because here I am after a few days frolicking with my Alpha Wolf. Do Elves frolic? "Hey, Dax?" Dax hummed while we STILL walked down the ever ending hallway. How freaking big was this house?

"How do Elves mate?" Dax stopped, turning to me.

"Well, when two people love each other very much-," I laughed, slapping his chest playfully.

"No, no! Like a bond. Like you and Dimitri will bite me. Do Elves bite? Do all the supernaturals bite? What is up with the biting, though? Can't it be just: stick ‘it’ in and call it good?" Dax threw his head back and roared with laughter, loud enough for people to poke their heads out of the corridor. We must be on one of the unmated floors because several males didn't duck their heads back in.

"Shoo," I whispered while Dax began to calm down. I'm guessing they have rules in place because some Wolves are dumb shits. One lingered, his eyes trailing me. I surely smell like my mates. I have Dax's shirt on. "Get," I seethed until Dax was right at his door.

"Got something to say, pup?" Dax's voice was hushed; the boy shook, baring his neck to him. He was young; he couldn't help himself. Boy teenagers had it rough. My hand went around Dax's biceps. "Come on, baby, he's young, he's learning." My fingers brushed back his unruly hair. "Just give him a verbal warning, and we can go do our date; I'm excited to see what you have planned."

Goodness, using what their own mother did to their father was pure gold. Dax's body immediately relaxed; his glare still sat with the boy a few seconds longer before pushing the teenager back into his room, slamming the door.

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